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Breathe. Chill.
Sep. 9th, 2020 09:24 amI really appreciate everyone's replies, they've helped me clean my lens of dread to focus better on the excitement, and that's a lovely gift.
This morning we dropped off the baby-woman for her first day as a high school freshman ('college model', half online, half in person with serious distancing practices including awareness of time as a factor in exposure). I only bawled a little more than I do every year, and only after we drove away. I can't imagine being 14 in this milieu (1986 was certainly no picnic, arguably there's a lot of rhyming in the history of then and now, or more accurately, themes that have have been festering since and now come to a vicious head), but she's rising to the challenge.
We closed yesterday, and may be moving sooner than expected, as the sellers seem motivated to vacate asap. We've reached the point at our place where we could pack the rest in half a day. I can't wait to get in there, get the paint colors figured out, and start taping and spraying. Fuck, guys, I own a house again. I'm the happiest sucker who will ever rue the day I made such a good decision.
In other news, I created a monster playlist for this moment in time, to capture my rage and my determination. Wide variety of eras and genres, but some themes, and some bops.
Capt. Tripps
At least this dystopia has some banging tunes
Warnings for language (in particular warning for slurs in the tracks “This Land”, “American Bullshit”, and “Reagan”).
This morning we dropped off the baby-woman for her first day as a high school freshman ('college model', half online, half in person with serious distancing practices including awareness of time as a factor in exposure). I only bawled a little more than I do every year, and only after we drove away. I can't imagine being 14 in this milieu (1986 was certainly no picnic, arguably there's a lot of rhyming in the history of then and now, or more accurately, themes that have have been festering since and now come to a vicious head), but she's rising to the challenge.
We closed yesterday, and may be moving sooner than expected, as the sellers seem motivated to vacate asap. We've reached the point at our place where we could pack the rest in half a day. I can't wait to get in there, get the paint colors figured out, and start taping and spraying. Fuck, guys, I own a house again. I'm the happiest sucker who will ever rue the day I made such a good decision.
In other news, I created a monster playlist for this moment in time, to capture my rage and my determination. Wide variety of eras and genres, but some themes, and some bops.
Capt. Tripps
At least this dystopia has some banging tunes
Warnings for language (in particular warning for slurs in the tracks “This Land”, “American Bullshit”, and “Reagan”).
